Theres a penquin in my sandwich box
he's wearing bright green socks...

A twinkle in the dead of night
caused light through my bedroom drape...

An ashen veil of night removes the light
as beauty takes her leave and still I grieve...

This one way road to nowhere
feeds your narcissistic need...

I would fly along with sparrows,
mirror the sharp turns of the fish...

There is a magic place where you can learn
where teachers can be fair but often stern...

My night is dark, no love to give me light
though moonlight glimmers on the distant shore...

A Sonnet is quite tough for me to grasp
Though rhyme emits from me with silky ease...

Black Jack is a betting man
he's a card shark if you will...

Harbinger of hapless news cast wicked
blight of sorrow upon this loving breast...

A quick one stop solution
with life's longevity to pay...

Blip..... Blip.... pinkle plonk...
electric sounds are my bane...